The Moment - At least Once it Belonged to Me !!!

It was a fine Sunday evening. Dusk had just set in. Dark clouds were ominously hovering in the sky. A slight humidity made the weather a bit prickly. Occasionally, a short burst of breeze rode past my face reminding me that normally at that time I used to be at my home seated by my laptop listening to my favorite songs or reading my favorite book. But in my mind I was thinking that day was different and was forever written as a part of my life which will be always remembered and cherished. Because that day was a first of something which had to eventually form my future.

There is something exhilarating associated with college life. The freedom, the sense of responsibility and maturity, the best and the most enjoyable moments spent with your friends unlike any other time in your life, the thrills of bunking and being crazy about a visit to canteen and of course knowing fully well that you have chosen a career path of your choice. And when you reach the end of your chosen professional course, there comes the opportunity knocking at your door asking you to show yourself and your prowess in the real world where there is a huge demand of talent and perfectionists. Well, yeah I am referring to the process known as campus placement. These placement drives not only provide you with job but introduce you to a world where you can be what you want to be based upon your academic skills and this is the precise moment to realize your long held dream from childhood - that dream varies from person to person but everything begins from there. And, will I be left out of all this ? Nah, and that is what happened on that fine Sunday evening.

I have already expressed my thoughts in my previous post about my grand reason to come to Chennai and join my current college. I had mentioned something about placements and I too had mentioned about my enthusiasm towards this very chance at the beginning of my course. But, just as the usual trend, I became a youth from a teenager and forgot everything that I had resolved to do but just went with the flow of enjoying my life more and automatically abstained from going near the textbooks and worry about exams. Oh come on life is much more than just that. So, there started my journey and I never thought about placements at all until the end when I had no other choice. As the companies came one by one and as I literally got rejected in the same manner, a heavy feeling constantly started accompanying me reminding me of my stupidity to be careless since the beginning and my conscience chastised me for not being sincere and falling in the devil's trap by ignoring my more important responsibility,which, if I had taken care of, could lead me into a more blissful state without straining too hard or worrying incessantly. But, upon thinking about it now (you seem to get more polite with yourself once the mission gets accomplished and forgive yourself in a way that was not even imaginable earlier) I realize that it is nothing but the usual unpleasant nagging of your subconscious before something needs to to be done for sure. This is the case with every student during placements. If you don't get in soon and especially when you see your friends and other classmates getting in before you, it seems to you that you will never get placed and that your future is bleak. But, hold on, after all you are a qualified person and that is why you are here today. If not now then some time later. These words are supposed to be soothing but don't find place even in small recesses of your mind under that heavy weight and you naturally become a pessimist against your own wishes. During one of such processes, I managed to reach till the interview part of at least one company and after getting rejected even for that, the familiar sinking feeling hit me hard and left me hopeless. I was on the verge of tears because may be I had dared to be way too optimistic and had resolved about one thing that nothing at all can be predicted out of these placement drives. Normally, it is ninety percent your intelligence that works and ten percent is your luck supporting you but here the ratio is discouragingly a bit modified - it is fifty percent your skills and knowledge and the other fifty percent is your luck standing in your way smirking at you with a hint of mischief in her eyes.    

Success and failure are like two sides of the same coin. It was proved to me refreshingly on that Sunday evening of 23rd September, 2012. A well known company named IBM was visiting our campus starting from Friday of that weekend. I don't know about my friends, but there was almost no excitement at all in my mind towards it but I had to force as well as constantly remind myself that I just had to try doing whatever I could do without raising my hopes at all as I was afraid of doing just that - a very contradictory arrangement for my mind who is used to predicting results based upon its performance and those turn out to be exactly how I expected. I never cared to even think what IBM was about as a company. At that time also, I just knew it as a company with its logo on several of the computers and laptops that I had seen and that's all. That is what the interesting thing about these placement processes is - at one instant you don't know or care to know anything about the visiting company and at the next instant that company becomes your everything and you go gaga at the mere mention of it !! So, I sat for the first written test round like an hopeless fellow grinning at the IBM people arranging for the tests like a poor person with minimal means looks with awe and longing at the rich enjoying all kinds of luxuries of modern life. With a highly time constrained and challenging written test, I took a sigh of relief after finally finishing it and completing my responsibility as of now. Results of that round almost came at midnight that day and I nonchalantly checked the list. Not surprisingly, my name was there. Well, I said not surprisingly since I had cleared similar first rounds earlier too but was always kicked out in the second part that is interviews. So, careful not to raise my hopes, I prepared myself to be at college the next day earlier in the morning which happened to be a Saturday against all my wishes because weekend is not a time when you feel like facing a place called college and that too at a time when I was supposed to be enjoying myself in my dreams. I reached college fifteen minutes late and managed to peek through the large crowd gathered at the teeming auditorium at the presentation slides being given by IBM people dressed immaculately in professional attire. My sleepy mind didn't register any awe but I was just eager to accomplish the mission for which I had come that day and retire back to home and to my normal life not wanting to think in any hopeful way. Then came the second round of fifteen minutes checking our skills in summarizing a given passage in six sentences and after what seemed like ages I was once again ushered in for the next phase that was group discussion. That too proceeded with a snail's pace and not until eight that night I came to know that I had to once again be at college the next day for the final and the most dreadful interview round. Still, not wanting to raise any hopes, I once again grudgingly prepared myself to face one more harrowing day with an equally harrowing round. 

The next day, people around me were discussing the possible questions but I had no guts in me to face even that and sat in a corner desolately waiting for my turn. Just like the previous day, after what seemed such a never before experienced  long period spent waiting for my turn under humid weather and uncomfortable surroundings, finally my turn came which left me fidgeting nervously minutes before the interview. This was the round which finally made me cheerful and hopeful as just two minutes later the final declaration to be remembered by me my entire lifetime was given out - that I am selected. Still, not believing any such thing I went in a daze to the auditorium where I was supposed to submit my documents and other formalities and after some time only the realization sank deep in the recesses of my subconscious making me feel like doing just one thing - rush and hug all the IBM people who had come to our campus. 

This was the moment. A moment that belonged to me. This is what is called delight. All of my five years of college life concluded at this final moment. A moment that reminds you of all the important elements in your life - your parents and God. A moment that you can never ever forget because it brings a divine happiness on your parent's face and nothing, absolutely nothing can be as blissful as that. This is the moment when you feel that you are blessed and you are floating and soaring high above in the sky among the fluffy clouds. 

A heavy weight lifted off my shoulders that very moment and not only me but my selected classmates were also gushing with joy. This was such a memorable moment and such memories along with the sad and distressed ones make what is called life. 

I do not know what my future will be and what I am going to do after becoming an employee of IBM but for now I can be proud at the fact that I did what I was supposed to do as a student and fervently wish that I prove to be a very good asset to the organization and stay happy with my work.   

PS: These two days were the longest days of my life and if you are wondering whether I would like to party or not then let me say that I am partying since that day and would like to dance at the tunes of only one song - The Gangnam Style !!!       

          

The Transformation of My Life - 2

Hello Friends !! Welcome back to the story of my life. I shouldn't say it to be a specific story of my life as it's just a part of a very big and complicated structure. But, yes there is something in it that forms a huge part of who I am now. Just the way they say that there are some important stages in a human's life I can say that after coming out of the first stage when I entered second stage of my life it was sort of dramatic enough to shake me like never before. I do not know to what should I attribute the way I was shook but mostly it seems to me that it was because I had entered an unfamiliar territory like the city of Chennai. When I first set foot in this city I was welcomed by a humid air around me just in contrast to the dry air that I was accustomed to. Well, I wasn't to know at that time that almost everything here would be in contrast to what I had always been accustomed to. And that process was what that shook me. 

Coming to Chennai was not the only factor but rather I was in such a stage that wherever I would have been I was sure to experience all the psychological effects but yes as I already said it came as dramatic.

Well, let me first begin with my weird and unique experiences with Chennai. Long time ago while I was just fourteen or so, my father would have gone to Chennai a couple of times for official purpose. He used to bring some goodies from there like a silk Chennai specific saree for my mom or one time he even brought special delicious sweets from there (which now are my top favorite sweet). Believe me, I used to look at all those goods with an awe of a bedazzled teenager who thought them to be so precious as if they directly came from a very famous foreign land and as if I would never get another chance to even look at them directly. Such was my image of the city of Chennai. Because I knew it was different from the rest of the India and had a very good scope for people who really wanted to make their mark in the field of academics. I had heard of many famous people hailing from Chennai (not necessarily from academics but yes with a spirit of a winner) like Viswanathan Anand, APJ Abdul Kalam and AR Rahaman to name a few and also there were many south Indians spread all over in very high positions. And this image is still maintained by this city which has been time and again proved by the difference in attitude of people belonging to Chennai and where I had been earlier which directly leads to a successful life and a life full of precious values. I can say this since I have seen both the contrasting attitudes and mindsets and immediately recognize the speaking difference. But, amidst all of my high profile image at that time I didn't have an iota of an idea that someday I would complete my studies from this very city.

So, this was a very long time back but when I first set my foot in Chennai I just knew there was definitely a stark difference in both the regions and this very difference led me to hate this city vehemently as a beginner. To begin with, I felt so different and as I mentioned previously an odd-man-out even while I was talking to a single person. Somehow, several things used to start running in my mind at once leading my immature mind to form baseless opinions (realized by me later) and ultimately thinking in a negative sense about everyone. I always used to feel as if the other person is mocking me for no reason. Hence the phrase odd-man-out. I never ever in my life felt even remotely like this at least while making a simple talk with a simple person !!! I didn't know and there was never any reason for feeling so, it was just that I was new to a new place. Apart from such silly feelings, there was another major thorn in my way which still has not left pinching me time and again. And that thorn, as everybody knows, is the language barrier. The first thing that strikes any new comer to Chennai is the magnificent Tamil language. Okay friends,before you take my sarcasm in a opposite direction let me explain that I call it magnificent because still I could not come to friendly terms with this language or in more simple terms could not learn it not even the basics even though I have spent four long years of my life among people chattering in Tamil continuously. To some extent, there are times when I get a gist of what is being said and thus a stand a bit higher in my level as compared to complete new comers but now is the time to compare me with those who are outsiders but even then fluent like a local. No, I didn't learn because I didn't try. I didn't try because I never felt myself interested. I never found myself interested because I never felt the need. I never felt the need because I got my work done with the help of my all time best friend English language much to my extreme discomfort and frustration in the process. Because it's definitely not easy to stay as an odd-man-out almost forever. Apart from this, I was never interested in socializing or gossiping which would have practically led me to learn the language without any deliberate effort. So, there goes the winner bagging the first award for not letting me get emotionally involved with this city and hence constantly provoking me to day dream about that occasion when I would finally step out of my bond with it. But yes, thankfully, there is no feeling of the so called hate unlike in the very beginning and now I have begun looking at this city with the same image that I held as a teenager. But, if I imagine a scenario where I would be completely comfortable with Tamil, I can say that I would have developed a heartfelt relationship with Chennai and it would have been no different than my own home away from home and I would never have called it like a foreign city separate from the rest of India. But, if that was the case, surely nothing would have shaken me and led me to some bitter and self-realization experiences. Well, it seems nothing beats the fact that God reserves something good in every kind of happening.   

This wasn't a story as much as my experience with the city of Chennai. But the biggest weird advantage of coming here is my increased, closer and special relationship with my family. You would have thought that how is that but inexplicably it made me even more closer and in a more understanding situation with my family. Perhaps, it was because we all are literally cut off from our relatives and friends in north like never before. While all of them lived a normal uneventful life, we had no one but ourselves in our family to support each other in the toughest of times. There was something for all of us here. 

I would have never got anything to write under this heading if I had not become a member of Chennai. Because now everything related to me is about Chennai. Oh c'mon, I have spent my entire college life here which is taken to be the best part of one's life. Yes, this experience was self realizing and testing but when I look back I don't fail to bring a smug smile on my face. 

The Transformation of My Life - 1

Whenever I think of posting something new in my blog I think meticulously about the topic that I should write  about to share with everyone not wanting to be whimsical or random. But today, I am not keeping any inhibitions about my writing and sitting with my laptop I decided to write as spontaneously as my thoughts come. One reason for this might be the environment under which I am living nowadays. I am in my final year doing a very fine course in Information Technology and as the usual course of action for final year students this point of time coincides with the placement season. At the very first day of joining college, this placement season was thought of with a unique awe and wonder making me take a firm and highly inspired resolution to channelize all of my youthful energy and determination to single goal of getting placed in the best company possible trying my level best to do so. Basically, this placement season was the very reason for which I became the student of Anna University. 

To fill you in about my history, I was a very normal student studying in Delhi and then Kanpur during my school days aspiring to take up my higher education just like my other classmates. But, as fate would have it my father got his inevitable transfer to a very unknown and suspicious place like Chennai. Not that my fate was sealed just because my family had to go there. I was free to decide whether I wanted to stay there with them or go over to that place where my classmates went. But, with the only difference that I didn't make an informed use of my freedom of decision. This might imply that I took a wrong decision. But, let me make it very clear that I do not think that this was a wrong decision. A wrong decision can lead to many other unwanted consequences. For example, in my case, I could have taken admission to a college which in no way suited my abilities or what I thought I deserved. At least I can be thankful for that. But, what I didn't know at that time was that I was choosing a college in Chennai. Or, to be more specific, the most sought after college in south India. Yes, note the words south India.

I was just a kid when I first came to Chennai. Yes, a nineteen year old kid who had not experienced the feeling of being left out alone as a odd-man-out in a group of people. The moment I entered Anna University, this prestigious college invited me to become an esteemed member of the engineering batch of Chemical Engineering. I even joined one week classes of that batch. But, fate had something else stored for me and finally it made me land in the world of simple Masters in Information Technology. There were several reasons that made me choose that as my final option. First, it was all about Information Technology, the field where I always wanted to go since I gained my consciousness. This was way too irresistible an offer. Second, I was very near to my parents and could easily avoid the unnecessary hassles of staying in hostel and tolerating the so called horrible mess food along with other complications of the earnest desire to be at home with my family during festivals or any other holidays by travelling so long a distance to Chennai from Delhi not withstanding and ignoring the advantages that a hostel life can provide (A sad realization made by me countless times). Third, everybody in our new neighborhood had gawked at me with their mouth open when they came to know about my association with Anna University not believing their ears and consistently making awesome remarks about my extraordinary fortune making me and my family(literally) force to think that somehow I had reached the after-life heaven with a direct association with the Almighty without dying !!! Jokes apart, certain over-zealous people had sincerely made intense requests to not even consider the thought of rejecting Anna University in our remotest of thoughts. We, being new to Chennai and Anna University sincerely believed them and earnestly made the final decision of going for this course in this college supported by the highly flattering all India rank of College of Engineering displayed in leading websites and magazines at that time. 

So, that is how I ended up being a prestigious member of this prestigious university which is considered to be no less than the elite IITs. As an obvious afterthought, I began dreaming of being in a highly reputed and so called dream company one day as a result of being a CEGian. And, the point to transform that dream to reality has come now at present spanning full four years (a very long time indeed) from that Anika to this Anika. That Anika was a fresher that had just come out of the school environment being a timid and not-so-sure of herself girl without any knowledge of how should she live her life but had been ready to just go with the flow. This Anika now doesn't want to go with the flow but wants to understand her capabilities and end up doing something that allows her to balance everything that matters. That 'everything' includes little things that amount to a successful life, which, are often ignored by most but are the most important to me in an inexplicable manner.

Now, when I look at myself, I clearly do not want to do something which I cannot do happily. By this, I did not mean that I doubt my capability which I always believed myself to have even when I scored above ninety percent in my class twelfth till now but just that being a part of a dream company is not everything, its just the only thing. Your priorities change with time and what is most important for me is to live my life as a complete human being. 

That said, now I start doubting whether I will get even a mediocre company or not going by what suitable knowledge I have to do so and of course by spending my time writing blogs and relatively wasting my time while all my friends are busy preparing for their placements. Somehow, several other things start seeming so important at once when you actually are supposed to do the most important task which is automatically being ignored.

This was what I think has happened in my life in these four years from school to college. But, there is more to it than what it seems to be. And, definitely there will be more to come but there are certain other facts that I would like to mention to make this blog post complete. 
To be Continued.  

               

Imagination Put To Use

Since the day I was born, people, whether jokingly to a little kid or being a bit more serious during my high school days had always this question in tow to shower upon me at the end of whatever they had to do with me - "What is your dream" or in a more casual way "What do you want to become when you grow up". This is a question that every student has to face and depending upon what he has to offer people suddenly change their treatment towards him beginning from their instantaneous change of expression implying that they have understood the obscure and underlying meaning of what the student is saying which may range from an icy stare to a slight raise of one of the eyebrows in awe without the student being aware of the dead serious implications of what he aspires to be. Whatever be the case, I never took the pain of elaborating any specific dream but plainly stated that I just want to love what I do. I never came to know or rather cared enough of what this may imply and never found myself dreaming of being at any particular position but yes I did dream of extracting as much pleasure as possible from what I chose to do and most importantly left no stones undisturbed in doing my best. Well, this is what my policy of living my life is. But what I want to mention here has got nothing to do about my real dreams or aspirations but this is just a figment of my "wild imagination" which you must have got a basic idea about in my previous post.

Imagination is such a awesome/ful part of human psyche that it can make you travel to such places in your fantasy world that you can become an author overnight or for that matter, end up concocting an ingenious murder plan to satisfy your wild and dangerous instincts. This is further enhanced when one keeps himself surrounded by books and stories that make you empathize with every possible character from a simple, clumsy teenager to a very threatening ghost like villain from your worst nightmares. And then, when you watch a movie the characteristic feeling of empathizing haunts you like nothing else and you can't help but concoct your own story with an ending that suits your wishes. So, till here it is well and good. Something which can be understood and related to. But, now starts something which is out of the ordinary. Once when I was active in orkut, I saw a community post asking members to post what they would like to pursue as their profession apart from their usual one. I never expected what I read. Some wanted to become astronauts and  place their country's flag along with their names. Others wanted to own their private spaceships and announce discounted space trips for people of all age. And, if some people somehow become talented scientists they would like to transform the world with the introduction of immortality pills or, for that matter, pills that make them read everyone's thoughts (Okay, too much inspiration from The Twilight Saga). It was then that I realized what is my out of the ordinary choice of a profession. After watching some extraordinary movies and also gaining some knowledge about the behind-the-scene activities of the movies and the attitude, skills of the performing actors and then reading this community post several things clicked at once and I came to one conclusion before anything else - if I ever happened to reveal this to anyone it will turn out to be a bad and cheap impression although I will never become serious and this will always remain stacked in that corner of my brain which has got nothing to do with what really I am and wish to do but just a part of a fun activity that involves self mockery. Oh then I believe it is already guessed what I want to mention but if not then I would like to take immense pleasure in announcing that my wild imagination wants me to become an actress. There, I exploded my bomb. 

So, how can anyone who knows me imagine me to be an actress. Oh no, not the usual actress who reeks of glamour quotient everywhere but just the girl-next-door type (Oh come on, I am not this much insane that I will imagine something which has got no roots in reality). An actress who acts in movies that relate to topics or events which sensitize or affect her the most. So that all poignant situations have an happy ending. Most of my day dreams are composed of this and yes as I already mentioned in one of my previous posts there is always an entry and a dramatic role of a hero. Sometimes, my dream asks for the entry of my parents or, for that matter, anyone whom I know in reality but I stubbornly do not let that happen because then I will really fall under the category of a completely insane person. For this reason, at times I am provoked to write a short fiction story but never ended up doing so in spite of repeated promises to myself of one day implementing my wild imagination on a piece of paper. While at school, I never participated in any stage show. Leave that alone, I never even talked to anyone properly and I personally do not think that I have it in me to act out even a planned lie in front of anyone but even then have acted out various scenarios in my head with perfect expressions. 
I never thought that I will ever write about such a fantasy but suddenly getting reminded of my orkut days I felt like writing my heart out for no reason. Somebody has rightly said - Your world seems so bland after watching a beautiful movie and you just want to stay engrossed in that world hoping nothing but happy endings.  

Height Of Joblessness - My Version

Attention readers : Please read it if you don't have any other work on your mind because you will enjoy reading this (did I say "enjoy") only if you are bored and if you don't care who I actually am. 

Constantly I get a glimpse or so of a TV advertisement being broadcast in between daily soaps being watched by my mom very sincerely and what I get to hear is "Isko laga dala to life jingalala" intermittently with my mom cursing the people behind this voice for interrupting the result of some heated discussion between family members over a family dispute from being revealed to her. But all the while I don't get to know what my mother wants the future of the cursed people because my entire focus is on this catchy dialogue which makes me relate it to several other alternatives other than the most obvious one.

How can somebody's life become "jingalala" ? If somebody ponders upon this question for some time then he will have many ideas which directly relate to his life and what his perspectives are about the world around him. Some want money and others pure happiness. Some are materialistic and others want peace of mind. But here I am not there to discuss what people want but would rather limit my discussion to what I want.

Its not an easy question to answer. To just say in one sentence I will say that I don't know what do I want. Yes. That's true. This implies either I don't want anything at all that cannot be true or it implies something more acceptable that I have many things on that particular list that is endless. That list is a random mixture of materialistic choices and some vital ingredients to maintain a healthy and vibrant life. A typical list for most of us. You will not want anything at all until all your five senses are working perfectly. Indirectly I mean to imply that you need to be healthy mentally as well as physically before you can actually think of something else.

Today we are surrounded by so much hype about all kinds of materialistic things that in spite of ourselves we are forced to get attracted and get a piece of junk at home announcing to everyone that this is the best thing that we could have done and that we have gained a competitive advantage which makes us the follower of changing times. Take, for example, the tablets and smartphones. But, lets come back to the point.

What attracts me the most or what I actually want to do is realized by myself during the time when we become privileged to keep ourselves idle or to be more precise during vacations. At the time when I write this I am on the third day of my vacations and believe me I am already getting bored. Why not because you cannot stare at walls the whole day long without doing something that doesn't literally shake you. I am back to my business of planning to read some awesome books and already there are some queued up. But to think beyond than that I do not get any happiness by staying at my home all day long. I want to explore. An unusual yearning to go out and look at the world around me. Classify this under a whim of a bored girl sitting all day at home but all the same hugely promising. What I have in my possession is just a wild imagination and nothing else not even the determination to do something similarly wild in reality as that seems something beyond me.

There are some fundamental rules of human nature that are so true and so inevitable that you start wondering there's some supernatural element controlling us. One such rule is "Even trivial tasks seem so enjoyable when you have a deadline to finish a task whereas even the most thrilling tasks seem boring when you actually get all the time in the world to do whatever you want." I am quite sure its a common feeling for most. That's why I call this a fundamental rule. So, now I don't find an interesting game to play and facebook has suddenly become so dull, weather has become so humid overnight, newspapers seem to be publishing boring and repeated news, people have started saying irritating stories, movies do not seem to have any variety or spice. Suddenly, the old photo album becomes so familiar I don't have the patience to flip through to the relevant ones and the music system has become old that it produces crappy music so much dissimilar to what it was just two days back when I had a lot to cram into my brain to reproduce in my answer sheet the very next day. Why such a rule exists will remain a deeper mystery that cannot be solved much to a great disappointment.

But when it comes to killing time then there are plethora of options available like for example posting such thoughts on my blog and then predicting what people reading this will make out of it. Well, this is just one of the several stupid activities to take up during your free time :

Activity 1: 

Go about roaming in the entire house and occasionally say a stupid name to my very busy little brother and then observe his reaction to make out how close it is to what I predicted.

Activity 2: 

Go through some especially cute photos of couples posted on various sites on the internet (you don't have to google them, they are permanently there to attract your attention on all sites) and then imagining my face to be there in the place of the charming girl (as I already said I am in the possession of a wild imagination) and then snapping myself back to reality.

Activity 3:

Go through a very old children's book kept in a corner biting dust once upon a time used by my brother for coloring as a child but still kept safely and then imagine how can I fill up a innocent looking teddy bear with all sorts of colors (but not actually doing it - wild imagination).

Activity 4: 

Sit among my mom and her frequently visiting friends making an attempt (note the word "attempt") to listen to their conversation and looking at their faces like a fool the entire time with my ears getting perked up as soon as there is any mention of my name.

Activity 5:

Since I don't fall asleep very soon nowadays, asking my brother to lend his guitar to me for a while to practice some singing after shutting myself up in a separate room and then trying out something that cannot be achieved but all the while keeping my windows open to keep me cool causing the neighbors to ask us the very next day were they the only ones listening to some group of owls howling in the night or were we also witness to that sound. 


Activity 6:
Going out with no special work and sit on the beach and observe all the people around and rate them out of 10 based upon their looks and activities and giving 10 to those girls that match my particular dress and hairstyle.


Activity 7:
Sitting on my bed and while staring at the walls suddenly closing my eyes very tight for a few seconds and then observing the various kinds of shapes forming themselves keeping me entertained as a very unique light show.


Activity 8:
While watching TV and after some time when things do not seem to make meaning pinch myself with a gap of two minutes to assure myself that I am still alive. 


Activity 9:
Go about chasing mosquitoes after evening and then observe the physical anatomy of the insect counting the number of legs and then saying a silent prayer before throwing away its dead body and also request the people around me to thank me for saving them from contracting malaria. 


Activity 10:
Get hold of a waste notebook and pen and then start writing love letters to myself expressing how I dote upon my own enchantingly good qualities and then drawing doodles to accompany the same. 


If you still had the patience to come up to to this point then my friend you are really bored and you perfectly agree that above activities are so entertaining and you can even suggest your own to help other bored people in need. 
Now when I come to an end of my "bored" post I will just request you to stop wasting any more time and get back to your work before somebody comes and nudges you  for being so dumb.  

PS: Please note that this post is just for fun (or at least it is my idea of fun) and I just wrote it to try my hand at a bit of humor although I don't know how much successful (or stupid) I became.  

  

2012 - Will the world really end.

The evening of 31st December 2011 passed so quickly just like any other new year eve. We welcomed the year 2012 just like any other new year. But the year 2012 has turned out to be very mysterious because of its capacity of destroying the world. Since the beginning the number 12 has remained a lucky number for me and I was also born on that date. Wherever something good had to happen in my lifetime it was related to the number 12. Now, suddenly it is revealed that not only me but everyone will meet their end in 2012. Something doesn't click here.

At first, it was hard to believe this considering it to be a misconception. A number of times in the history such news have evidently made waves scaring some people off to shockingly commit suicide. But everything was just a hype and nothing actually happened. I was inclined to believe the same about this 2012 theory but there seems to be some serious takers who do not let this issue be considered as just another thing. A full blown movie has been launched describing what exactly might happen by the end of this year. The biggest astrologers whose predictions are never taken lightly are also saying this may happen. It has now reached a point where it cannot be seen without any concern. According to sources The Mayan Calendar ends on exactly 21st December, 2012 and since this calendar has since long provided accurate predictions covering a time span of thousand years it becomes a matter of concern when the world doesn't seem to exist after that particular date in the calendar. Even NASA has predicted the same considering the arrangements of planets and other space elements indicating a scientific element towards it. Now this remains to us, how we react towards it. Even though people are serious about it still it seems like a superficial thing with no significance. It is highly improbable that suddenly out of the blue a natural disaster will strike up and eat away the whole world that also on a precise date. It doesn't seem scary at all when it is thought to be a disaster for everyone but to just imagine for a moment that what would happen if we were to die in December this year brings with it a lot of apprehensions of unfulfilled dreams. Youngsters have just started their life and do not want this beautiful life to end all of a sudden. That will be unfair. We also want to live and experience the ups and downs of this precious life gifted to us only once. We need to experience how it is to be a complete human being. 

Whatever be the case, to keep a fear of such a potential tragedy in one's mind is complete stupidity and just for the sake of expressing my opinion on this hot topic I considered this issue otherwise it never crosses my mind and hopefully it's the same for everyone. On the contrary, since 12 is my lucky number I will expect and think about pleasing events and as they say thoughts are very powerful it may just happen that way. Nobody knows the future but we are supposed to live in our present.  

Mr. Right - Who Is He

The world is all around us as we can know everything about it with the help of technology which comes in many forms. What happens in this world varies from region to region but there are certain aspects that remain constant simply because this world consists of and led by HUMAN BEINGS. Humans are the most wonderful creation of  Mother Nature and have certain characteristics that define and unite various people all around the world. That is why movies, plays and books seem to explore human emotions so extensively as they yield so much sympathy from the audience that since time immemorial we have seen all sorts of fictional creations representing what our basic instincts always were. Some are imaginative and some are based on real incidents but all the same their objective is the same - to feed our emotional instincts.

Lately I have been reading romantic novels and watching romantic movies. No, I haven't developed an interest in romance over night. It's just that it has remained the most popular topic since really very long. And knowingly or unknowingly people have their own romantic fantasies that is fueled by fictional characters present all around us. In every movie that I watch which can be in any language or may span any culture there is a couple for certain which follow the universal law of attraction between the opposite sexes. The movie can not necessarily be romantic but can be based on any random topic or full of hardcore action but at least five to ten minutes are always dedicated to softer topics like love. Not only movies which are watched by almost all sorts of people but numerous books have been written describing this particular emotion which has got the privilege of driving people crazy. Since I am always surrounded by such stories and characters I felt the need to express what I feel about the fundamental law of attraction.

Its not as if I have got something special to express about love but it's just that I have formed many opinions about it after being constantly reminded of the exceptional power of this emotion. While being a child whenever I used to watch a couple dancing on the screen I wanted to dance around my home just in the same way imagining a boy of my age substituting the on screen hero. People may think that I was crazy to attempt to do such activities or this may seem to be the most hilarious thing but this is a very old secret that I am revealing publicly on my blog. This began my journey on the ride to my fantasy world which consisted of my own romantic scenarios with a boy being a product of my imagination and myself as the main protagonists. The boy was just the exact replica of my dream man or for that matter the so called Mr.Right. I am not an unusual or the first person in imagining my Mr. Right. Almost all girls do that but somehow there's something peculiar about the way I have imagined. I do not day dream - at least not about anything which is very close to my heart - except about my romantic fantasies. Neither did I ever day dream with my eyes open. But I did when I went into a romantic mood after reading a book or watching a movie and even for that matter after listening to my favorite romantic song. You see romance is surrounded all around me. I am certain to fall a victim to that. A pretty natural thing to happen. 

Now you may think that if I had such strong fantasies and went on to create an entire movie in my head with we two being the main protagonists enjoying each other's company like nothing else and sharing each other's moments of happiness and sorrow with an almost dangerous desperation then how come I had not found a real person fulfilling the criteria of Mr.Right. But the thing is reality is very much different from fantasy and I never even attempted to consider anyone of that sort because I always felt as if I am too stupid to even project such fantasies leave alone considering them to have any connection whatsoever with the reality. Normally people think of somebody belonging to this planet. I think of someone who cannot be from this planet as he's the one who has been directly sent by God as His angel. Way too hypothetical and exaggerated fantasy. 

Nobody who knew me (till now) had an idea that I can ever be romantic. It was simply because I never expressed it. But if I start explaining my fantasies it will take a full day to jot down everything with pen and paper. Now when I do it I am pretty honest in doing just that. But the fact is that ultimately everybody has to spend their life with their life partner irrespective of whether they have any fantasies or not. Some turn out to be ideal stories being one more copy of a happy ending romantic movie and other are horrible failures. But our world revolves around our partners only in any way and thus all those happy ending stories are after all doing a good job by inspiring us and inculcating in us a strong foundation of maintaining a cordial relationship with our life partners. Now it depends on both the people to turn their life into a heaven or a hell.